A Crisp Beginning

Silence is charming, yet sound carries far greater delight. I found myself resting flat upon a plain pale page, quite static until a subtle impulse stirred within my fingers. With measured curiosity, I lifted my small cane and gave the white surface beneath me a gentle, rhythmic tap. A crisp scratch echoed back into the quiet room. How delightfully responsive! I adjusted my stance slightly, resting the tip against the fibers, entirely amused by the presence of my own making.